december // luke hemmings au

prologue.

November 10th

Luke really didn't expect the small American girl in the corner of the record store to be flicking through the punk and metal sections. He expected her to be bubble gum pop, not seventies punk and eighties metal on the cold November afternoon.

"Can I help you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Luke shook his head and gently bit down on his lower lip.

"If you're looking for a good punk band, try Green Day." Luke suggested with a shrug.

The girl scoffed and turned her body to face Luke's as he sat on a stool behind the counter, his tattered black converse resting on the counter as his arms laid crossed on his chest.

"I'm not an idiot, I know who Green Day are." Luke raised an eyebrow at the girls words and kicked his feet down from the counter, jumping over it and walking towards the girl.

Luke towered over the girl, his large shadow over taking hers as the sun burst through the windows.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you're the idiot here," Luke shrugged. The girl looked up at the boy and glared at him. "Since you're American and all, you're an American Idiot."